I needed to give myself my first ever insulin injection last night. I was chicken and asked my husband to do it. He was all set to do it until I pulled my shirt up for him to do it in my belly area (sidish). He freaked out. He was like "NO WAY I won't want to poke the BABY!". Mind you the needle is like super tiny, it's not going through my many layers of fat! But it totally freaked him out. He did do it eventually.
So today I wore the shirt I have in the picture. There is a "crack" on the skull of the baby. My 11 year old daughter said it's awful cause there is a crack there. I said "what it's just where daddy poked her in the head last night"
He didn't think I was funny 
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